Sunday 22 December 2013

The Endless Walk

I was on this road I didn't know,
Couldn't say who was a friend or a foe.
Dozens of people around me kept talking,
But I, I just kept walking.
                                               
This road I walk on seems endless,
Since I am born, I am walking, no rest.
I see a few people there mocking,
But I, I just keep walking.

The road ahead seems to be trying,
Yes I am little scared, am not lying.
Others might think I will sit here rotting,
But I, I will just keep walking.

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